A drop in the bucket

Jigano said nothing to any of his words and Sam found himself grateful, already regretting them. He had felt himself slipping into a strange dark place recently where all he wanted to do when he felt bad was lash out, hurt, make someone feel bad; it seemed getting out of one phase of his mental pain had meant leaping into another, where he was like a volatile bomb in the hands of anyone with a mean word for him. Tilting his wrist for the fluid to drip better into the bottle he watched it slowly begin to pool within - he wasn't sure how much Jigano needed. Not quite all in the moment, he watched the liquid drip, pondered on how it always seemed a little thicker than blood. Jigano's voice drew him out of his thoughts and he glanced up with a 'hm?' before he understood the question; though he still did not really know why it was being asked. "Ah...No, I don't think I've had a chance to mention it to him yet. I haven't seen him since. Why?" Did the bard think he had to run everything he did by Remi? The Alchemist had always been content to let Sam follow his own path. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child